A/N: I swear I'm going to be going to school in June! Another, yes, another snow day! The Smackdown my dad recorded from Friday night was just AWESOME and I think something's wrong with him (my dad) because we were having a discussion of whack-a-mole; he's never heard of it! If my nickname 'Krazzy Ladie' doesn't appeal to you, I have an alias you can call me (Lana Johnson), or the wrestling name I came up with for myself yesterday (Laney Kristopher), or you can ask "Why would I call you anything?". Also, I've been looking for Harry's third year schedule for about an hour, so it will probably not line up with his actual classes. Bottom line, I'm am very tired and I had a crazy dream last night that kept me up, so I'm just going to shut up and give you the next chapter, but not before I dedicate this to all of my readers, as well as my friend, Polly, whose birthday was yesterday. Happy Birthday!
The next morning, I woke up to see that my bag was sitting next to the bed and some clothes were laying on it. Clothes. I sat up and took the familiar fabric in my hands; they were my clothes. Instead of questioning it, I changed out of the gray shirt and jeans that I had put on two—was it two?—days ago. Now I was wearing a neon orange button-up shirt with a different pair of jeans, but I initially found out that there were a pair of dress shoes under the pile of new clothes; my boots! I quickly slipped them on and looked in the mirror—something was wrong.
"Kristin? I found this on my bed this morning, I think it's yours." I turned around to see Hermione holding a black, scarlet, and gold dress robe and my eyes widened. I was to be an honorary Gryffindor! I took it from her hands and sighed.
"Um, Hermione? How on Earth do you put this thing on?"
After assisting me, we headed down the stairs to the common room to learn that it wasn't time for breakfast yet, so me, Hermione, and the newly arrived Harry and Ron sat on the couches in front of the fireplace.
"So what's your schedule?" Ron asked, sending a glare in Hermione's direction.
"I guess it's the same as yours." The youngest Weasley boy didn't seem to hear my answer, as he was still shooting a dirty look at bushy-haired brunette. This caused Hermione to sigh sadly as she ran back up the stairs to the room full of beds.
"Ron, come one, she doesn't need two of her friends against her!" Ginny yelled from the dorm room.
Before Ron could say anything, I said, "Ronald Bilius Weasley, I suggest you go apologize."
He looked flabbergasted. "Bu-but, Kristin—"
"Don't give me any 'buts', say you're sorry for being a meanie-head! Go!" At my word, he got up and started towards the stairs that led to the girls dormitory.
Harry leaned over and whispered, "You do know that no male can physically go up those stairs, right?" I nodded. "Wicked."
We both watched the red-head run at the stairs, but slide back down when the stairs turned into a slide; Ron did this until everyone started waking up and heading to the Great Hall.
"Ronniekins! What the bloody hell are you doing?" I turned to see Fred and George coming down from the boys dormitory.
"I'm trying to apologize to 'Mione, but these stairs have something against me!" Me and Harry started laughing. "What? What's so funny?" His confusion only made me laugh harder.
"Ron, no males are allowed up here, that's why the stairs aren't letting you climb them," Hermione explained, walking out of the room with Ginny. "And since you've been doing this for almost an hour…I'll accept your unspoken apology." Ron got up on his feet for the last time and looked at me.
"Kristin! You're supposed to be on our side!" I held my hands up.
"Well, I don't know about you, but I don't remember specifying which side I was on," I said, winking, as I stood up and tried to head to the exit. "Does anyone know how to get out of here? I was so mentally exhausted from arguing with Draco, that I don't even remember how I got in here." The Golden Trio looked at me with questions in their eyes, but the Weasley twins stopped them from asking anything.
Slipping their arms through mine, they said, "We shall escort you!" They led me to a crack in the wall and it magically opened once they tapped it with their wand.
"Holy crap that's cool!" We elegantly strode out of the common room and made our way into the Great Hall about fifteen minutes later. On the tables, there were eggs and bacon and toast; I smiled and felt a sudden pain in the back of my head, the startings of my daily headache.
"Kristin?" As the twins sat down and saved me a seat, I paid a tiny visit to Luna and she seemed surprised to see me.
"Hey, Luna," I said, giving her a hug. "I never got to ask you and Fred what you thought about my school."
"Oh, I thought it was nice, but the people there, yourself excluded, were somewhat strange."
I grinned. "What about Tyler?" As she blushed, I gave her one last hug and escaped back to my table and sat between Fred and George; by then everyone who knew who I really was, was sitting at the table.
"What was that all about?" Neville asked.
"Oh, I was just making my old friend, Luna, blush."
Fred turned and looked at me. "Did you mention Tyler?" I nodded and he just shook his head. "What class do you have first?" I was about to reply when I felt a presence behind me, so I turned to see an older woman in a witch's hat, wearing spectacles: Professor McGonagall.
"Miss Lacey, I don't believe Professor Dumbledore told you, but you'll be having all your classes with Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, and Miss. Granger so that they can keep you on track. Good luck on your first day." She gave me a warm smile and walked away.
"Alright, Harry, what class do we all have?" I asked.
"Um…" he said, seeming to search his memory. "Um, I think it's Potions." The other third years, as well as Fred and George, groaned.
"Do you guys have that class, as well?" I asked the two fifth years.
"Yeah, it's horrible!" Fred exclaimed, while trying to keep George from ripping his hair out. At that exact moment, some type of bell rang and I mentally slapped myself for socializing and not eating. After grabbing some toast, I followed my fellow classmates to the dungeons.
"Miss Lacey, I would like you to sit next Neville Longbottom today; your lack of experience might over exceed his own," Professor Snape said, in his monotone voice. I nodded and sat next to the lanky brunette.
"Hi, Neville! We haven't been properly introduced, but I'm Kristin." He looked up and gave me a sad smile. "Don't worry about what he says, you're the one going to be teaching me a thing or two about Potions." Neville's body became stiff as I soon realized that Snape was listening to every word since I had sat down.
"Are you saying, that you've never had a Potions class before?" I had no idea why he was asking this, if Dumbledore had told all the teachers about me, but I decided to humor him.
"I have never had this class before, Professor. They had a cooking class at my old school—I know, isn't it strange?—and I almost burnt the school down because cooking isn't exactly one of my strengths. Because of this, they decided not to enroll me in Potions because they thought that I might accidentally blow up the school, so they put me in a choir class instead. 'What harm could she do in choir class?' they said. Well, as proven on Mythbusters, singers can actually break glass with the right pitch, so if I was a soprano, which I'm not, I could've easily broken a couple of windows. I don't know how sopranos can sing that high! They must be ninjas or something because the highest I can get without going in my head voice is a high C, but can you believe that at the beginning of the first year girls got to choose whether or not they were an alto or a soprano? I've been an alto my whole life, and I don't think my voice has changed much, so altos all the way, right…"
I spent all of Potions going on like this and I never ran out of breath, or subjects to chatter on about. I guess I was so nervous about my first Potions class, that I subconsciously kept it so that Professor Snape couldn't get a word in until after the bell rang, and even then he was so speechless that he just shooed us out of the class. Ha, ha, I made Severus Snape speechless! Maybe I'm the ninja?